The winning plan
It looked like a long, skinny python was slumped through the house. A garden hose was attached to the kitchen sink pipe, before connecting to another garden hose that was attached to the outside spicket. The long line of rubber tubing weaved between the bars on the ouside porch, crawled up the staircase, spilled over banister and finally slithered up to the piping.
The whole idea appeared nuts. It was an effort to get the hose hooked up to the pipes in the first place and it was a complete unknown how the whole setup would work. Plus, since ownership of one of the hoses was a mystery, I used it without full certainty that it was premitted.
My father and I ventured into foreign territory with this technique that supposedly would de-clog my sink. It was stated that this ring, once attached to the hose and the water turned on, would shoot water at a high pressure to blast away the clog. It seemed a mere theory, a mad-scientist's half-baked idea. When I walked down the steps to turn on the spicket, I imagined the entire back of the house collasping while a river of water gushed out. I held my breathe when I turned the spicket on; I think my father was afraid to exhale, too.
There was no giant waterfall and the house stayed in one peice. My father and I crouched down on the kitchen floor, staring at the underbelly of the sink and listening to the gadet work its magic. Every once in a while, my father would fold the garden house and the sound would shift. We waited.
The ultimate test came when the spicket was shut off and the kitchen faucet was turned on - the water came out in a clear column and disspeared down the black hole. We both peered down the drain, probably looking further than we ever had before into a kitchen sink. Then it was jubliation! We shouted and high-fived because there was no rising puddle of water, no floating bits of old food. It seemed miraculous that using this device would result in such a quick and easy remedy. I wanted to spend the evening washing produce and soaping dishes, just to reap the benefits of having a unclogged drain.
I have a lot of great stories of my first few weeks living in my new house but this is one of my favorites - the story of how the "crazy" idea turned out to be the perfect, winning plan. Or better yet, how my father and I teamed up to beat the clogged sink!
The whole idea appeared nuts. It was an effort to get the hose hooked up to the pipes in the first place and it was a complete unknown how the whole setup would work. Plus, since ownership of one of the hoses was a mystery, I used it without full certainty that it was premitted.
My father and I ventured into foreign territory with this technique that supposedly would de-clog my sink. It was stated that this ring, once attached to the hose and the water turned on, would shoot water at a high pressure to blast away the clog. It seemed a mere theory, a mad-scientist's half-baked idea. When I walked down the steps to turn on the spicket, I imagined the entire back of the house collasping while a river of water gushed out. I held my breathe when I turned the spicket on; I think my father was afraid to exhale, too.
There was no giant waterfall and the house stayed in one peice. My father and I crouched down on the kitchen floor, staring at the underbelly of the sink and listening to the gadet work its magic. Every once in a while, my father would fold the garden house and the sound would shift. We waited.
The ultimate test came when the spicket was shut off and the kitchen faucet was turned on - the water came out in a clear column and disspeared down the black hole. We both peered down the drain, probably looking further than we ever had before into a kitchen sink. Then it was jubliation! We shouted and high-fived because there was no rising puddle of water, no floating bits of old food. It seemed miraculous that using this device would result in such a quick and easy remedy. I wanted to spend the evening washing produce and soaping dishes, just to reap the benefits of having a unclogged drain.
I have a lot of great stories of my first few weeks living in my new house but this is one of my favorites - the story of how the "crazy" idea turned out to be the perfect, winning plan. Or better yet, how my father and I teamed up to beat the clogged sink!
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